“Please, sir,” I mewled. “I want to taste it.”
“Ask properly,” he growled at me, and I gave him a shy smile that I’d practiced to perfection in front of my mirror.
“Please, sir,” I repeated. “May I taste my pussy from my fingers? I really, really need to.”
“Yes,” he groaned. “Right the fuck now.”
I raised a shaky hand to my lips and realized a second too late I was actually nervous about doing it. I could smell myself on my own hand, the smell of sex strong and tempting on my fingertips.
“Now,” he repeated. “Or do I have to help you?”
I gave him a scared little look, which seemed to please him. He was on his feet in a matter of seconds, approaching me and taking hold of my hand by the wrist. I gasped when his fingers wrapped around me, feeling their searing heat on my flesh.
“Open,” he said, and I parted my lips slightly, which only made him laugh out loud. “You’ll barely fit one finger that way, babydoll. But fine, we’ll just have to go fucking deeper. I hope you can take a cock all the way like you’re about to with your finger.”
He put my finger on my tongue and my helpless eyes found his when I tasted my own sweetness from my hand. I mewled, and he grinned at me knowingly, slowly pushing my index finger deeper until it was down to the knuckle down my throat.
“Just like that,” he told me gently. “Now suck.”
I did it on instinct, because he’d told me to. I sucked my cheeks in and covered my finger in saliva, slowly pushing it deeper inside myself as I licked it clean of my own juices. It felt good, and deliciously naughty, to do this in front of him. I’d never done anything remotely similar, and I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter, soaking through the fabric of my panties while he watched.
“Good girl,” he said, taking a step back. “I could watch you like that all fucking day.”
I doubted it. I was sure I looked like a mess, sprawled on the couch like that. But I liked the taste of myself. It felt so naughty, and so perfect. I loved the way he looked at me while I did it. It made me feel like I had all the power of the world in those fingers I was sucking.
He let go of my hand and touched my face instead, his fingers lingering gently on my cheek.
“So pretty,” he muttered to himself. “Going to look so pretty when I make you cry.”
“I don’t cry,” I told him, slipping my fingers out of my mouth with a pop. “Never did, never will.”
His only reaction was to laugh out loud and shake his head, which only pissed me off more. He really was a rich, entitled bastard, and I couldn’t wait to go through with my plan. I wanted to take his money. I would use every chance I had to steal and take from him until he had nothing left. I wanted his money, but more than that, I wanted his power. And I wanted to see men like him humiliated, and brought down by a poor little girl like myself. I wanted to be his trophy wife, but I also wanted to be pulling all the strings. I didn’t want to spend another day in school or working, I just wanted every luxury in the world, and every man at my feet, worshipping the ground I walked on.
Beau Wolfe might not have known it yet, but he owed me. Men like him had no idea what I had gone through, the hardships and the shit I had to take so I could be more like them. And Beau was going to repay me for being better than me. All that money he had… I was going to steal and take every dollar he has until I finally stopped feeling like an empty fucking shell.
His hand wrapped around my throat next and his fingers held on gently, but firmly. I knew he could feel me swallowing, my body trembling under his touch.
“You’re a bad little girl,” he told me. “Just what I fucking need. We’re going to have a lot of fun together, babydoll.”
I tried to pretend his words didn’t get me off, and flashed him a brilliant smile.
“You don’t even know what you’re getting into,” I told him in a syrupy-sweet voice, and his fingers tightened around my neck.
“Neither do you, babydoll,” he growled.
3 Beau
She looked really fucking pleased with herself on the ride home. She kept smiling when she thought I wasn’t looking, and it made me wonder about who she really was.
Sure, I could get all the background information I needed from the club, but for some reason, I wanted to get to the bottom of it by myself. I wanted to peel off her layers slowly, until I finally revealed her pretty core and saw her for what she really was. I knew she was a bratty little bitch already, but what else was hiding under the surface? I couldn’t fucking wait to see. I hoped she was as bad as I thought she was, because I was getting pretty excited about punishing her pretty little body.
If she was surprised by my apartment, she didn’t show it one bit. We pulled up in front of the building and I wrapped my blazer over her half-naked body. It was pretty late so I didn’t think we’d run into anyone, but it didn’t hurt to be careful. She was going to need some serious behavioral therapy before she’d be allowed to leave her room on my arm. I couldn’t risk anyone thinking a little girl like her ran my fucking life, as much as she wanted to.
I led her into the elevator that took us to the top floor. I owned the top two stories of the apartment building, and my home was one of my proudest belongings. I’d worked long and hard to afford a place like it, dripping with opulence and luxury, and letting every visitor know just how fucking rich I was.
Not that I had a lot of visitors these days. I mostly kept to myself, and I hated people coming over. It was my own safe haven, but when I looked at the incredibly expensive art on the walls, the furniture that had cost a fortune, and the Italian marble, I sometimes thought it was a shame that I was the only one looking at it. It deserved more than one pair of appreciative eyes.
I opened the door for Charli, and she walked in with her head held high, like she was a damn queen entering her kingdom. Uppity little bitch, already thinking she owned everything the place. She was way too smug for my liking, much more confident than I remembered her from the last time I’d seen her. But I kind of liked it. It was a new side of the girl I wasn’t expecting at all, although it did make me wonder what had made the last time I’d seen her so very different.
I couldn’t get to the bottom of it. It was like she was a completely different person, and I still hadn’t decided whether I liked it or not. Her natural submissiveness the last time I’d seen her was captivating, but this new, feisty, bratty personality definitely had its own charms. Especially because I couldn’t fucking break her into pieces, and reassemble a girl that would be perfect for me in every way.
It was always more fun breaking girls who thought they were all that. They came apart so beautifully, and I loved hearing them cry more than anything else.
She waltzed into my apartment in her heels.
“Take those off,” I called after her. “I don’t want you making holes in my floor.”
She ignored my warning completely, shrugging off my blazer and tossing it on the floor and twirling around the spacious living area. My eyes focused on the jacket she’d discarded in the middle of the pristine, perfect room. It stood out like a sore fucking thumb, and my body ached with held back anger as I picked it up and carefully put it in the cloakroom. She was already messing up shit, putting stuff where it didn’t fucking belong. This was going to be a problem.
And she still hadn’t taken her damn heels off by the time I rejoined her in the living room.
She was sitting on my white leather couch, her legs crossed daintily and her smile cheeky when I came back to her.
“I’m hungry,” she complained. “Make me something to eat.”
My blood boiled at her attitude, but I decided to play along for now.
“What would you like to eat, babydoll?” I asked her, and she tapped her index finger against those pretty lips. Her lipstick was still smeared, her hair a mess. A part of me wanted to tell her to go clean the fuck up, but another part wanted to keep her looking just like that. Fucking deliciously messy
for me.
“I want mac and cheese,” she said with a big grin. “My favorite.”
“Mac and cheese?” I asked her with my eyebrows raised. “Sure, I think there’s some pasta and Parmeggiano in the fridge.”
She stared at me expectantly and I turned my back on her. She couldn’t seriously be fucking expecting me to cook for her.
She got up with a huff, and I could tell she was annoyed. For now, I was just letting her push my buttons. By the time I was ready to punish her, her ass would be glowing red and purple, and I couldn’t fucking wait for it. She was the biggest fucking brat I’d ever laid eyes on, and if her looks didn’t turn me on like fuck, I would’ve been seriously reconsidering letting her see a cent of the money I’d promised her.
“I’m taking a quick shower,” I told her. “You can use anything you want in the kitchen. Once I’m done, I’ll show you your room.”
I turned around to leave, ignoring her searing gaze on my back. I went down the hallway and into the bathroom, stripping myself of the day’s clothes and placing them in the laundry room’s hamper, separating the white shirt from my navy pin-striped suit. Everything was routine for me. Everything was thought out and done to perfection. There was no room for mistakes in my life. Everything had to be fucking perfect.
I got into the shower and put it on cold, letting the cold water beat down my back. I loved the feeling of the stream, almost punishing my body with the ice-cold temperature and the way the water hit my skin. It reminded me of what I’d had to do, all the things I’d been forced to endure so I could get to the point where I was that day. It hadn’t been an easy life. I’d worked for everything I had, and that wasn’t about to change just because of some bratty little vixen thinking she owned me. She’d be shown her place soon enough.
I wrapped a towel around my middle before leaving the bathroom, but once I got to the main area of the apartment, I just stared at the scene in front of me.
The kitchen wasn’t just a fucking mess, it looked like a bombsite. There was shit everywhere, pasta strewn across the counter, grated cheese littering the floor. Several open packages lay on the counter, a shit-ton of dirty dishes in the sink and on the stove. The air smelled of burnt cheese, and in the midst of it all, Charli was sitting bare-assed on the kitchen counter, eating out of a bowl.
“Hey,” she said, not even looking up from her food. “Turns out I have no idea how to make mac and cheese, so I’m just having some cereal.”
I stared at her in disbelief as she finally lifted that pretty head to look at me. She stopped chewing for a second, staring at my exposed torso and my fingers tightened into fists at my sides.
“This place is a fucking mess,” I told her roughly.
“Yeah?” she looked around and shrugged like she couldn’t give a single fuck about the mess she’d made. “I’m sure you have a maid who can clean this up, right?”
I wanted to fucking strangle her.
While I did have a woman come in twice a week, I prefer keeping the place pristine myself. I lived for order and cleanliness, and she’d just fucking ruined my perfect living space.
“You better clean this up, Charli,” I told her. “Do you want to get in trouble on your first night here, girl?”
She looked up at me and grinned, setting the bowl down and hopping off the counter.
“I know you’re not being serious,” she purred, coming up to me. Her fingers wrapped into my towel and she tugged on it gently, not hard enough to make it slip down. Her lips were lingering too close to mine, and she smelled like coconut. I had to physically restrain myself from slamming her against the wall and ravaging that young body. She was such a fucking bad girl.
“I’m dead serious,” I told her. “You’re not going to leave it looking like this. I want it cleaned by the time I get back in thirty minutes. I have some shit to look over in my office.”
I shoved her off me gently, and she looked at me with shock.
“I’m not your fucking maid,” she snarled.
“Careful, babydoll,” I said roughly. “If you misbehave again, you won’t be my anything else, either.”
I turned around and left her in the mess she’d created, walking down the hallway to get dressed. I pulled on some trousers and a simple shirt, hearing her cursing in the kitchen in the background. My eyebrows furrowed at the thought of that little bitch ruining what I’d worked so hard for my entire life.
I was almost scared of the need, the desire I felt to fucking hurt her.
She was just a girl. She didn’t deserve a man as fucking scary as I was hurting her. But it was all I could think about. Abusing her pretty little body until she begged for mercy. Until she changed for me the way I needed her to. I was going to have so much fun with Charli.
I made sure to wait a suitable amount of time before heading back into the kitchen.
What I saw made my blood boil.
The little whore hadn’t even attempted to clean anything up, at least not properly. She’d piled all the dishes into the skin, even broken something, and left the shards of expensive porcelain lying on the marble counter. I should have slapped her for that.
I found her in the living room, with her knees pulled up as she watched TV.
“Charli,” I growled. “You left a fucking mess in there.”
She barely looked up from the TV to give me a cheeky little glance.
“Yeah?” she asked innocently. “What are you going to do about that?”
She giggled and looked back at the TV, and that’s what really pissed me off. I approached her in a few long steps, and in a matter of seconds, had my fingers wrapped around her throat. I raised her off the couch with the strength of my fingers alone, while the TV blared in the background. She reached up to claw at my hand, choking on the force I was exerting over her.
I wasn’t gentle with the girl. I raised her up until her feet dangled, then let her slip through my grip and onto the floor. She fell into a crumpled heap on the expensive hardwood, and I gave her a glance as she tried to catch her breath.
“You fucking… monster!” she screamed, and I leaned down against her face, and looked into those pretty eyes of hers.
“You can call me every fucking name under the sun,” I told her. “But nothing’s going to save you from me now. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, babydoll. I’m going to chew you up and spit you out, like any monster would. And I’m the worst of them all.”
She stared up at me with big, fearful eyes, and I laughed in her pretty face.
“Spread your fucking legs,” I ordered her, and her eyes widened even more as she stared at me. “NOW!”
She leaned her back against the couch and slowly, ever so slowly, parted those sinfully shaped thighs of hers. Her damn panties were soaked.
“You like this,” I told her. “You like my crazy. It fucking matches yours, doesn’t it, babydoll?”
She didn’t say a word, just stared at me with those too big eyes. I reached for her, pulling those panties to the side so roughly she yelped in pain. Her pretty pussy was waxed just like every other girl’s in the club, and I stared at her inviting folds before forcefully parting them with a finger.
“Have to see if you were worth it,” I told her darkly. “Have to see if you’re right enough for me to keep you, babydoll.”
She whimpered as I pressed a finger against her clit, soaking me completely in a few seconds.
“Horny little bitch,” I told her, and she looked away, obviously embarrassed. I couldn’t stop myself, though. There was something about the way she resisted, pretended she was this innocent little doll when we both knew what she really did for a living. She was an expensive call girl, the best of the best when it came to sluts, the creme de la creme of whores. And she was all mine. She agreed to it, after all.
I forced my fingers deep inside her, deeper than I should have, and she cried out so loudly even I was surprised. This wasn’t supposed to hurt. Not when she was this fucking wet.
“What the fuck?” I asked her roughly, showing her my hand.
She looked away, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as I stared her down. I could see the tears welling from the way her bottom lip trembled, and next thing I knew, they slipped down her cheeks in fat, heavy drops. She closed her thighs, hiding her no longer virgin pussy from me while I stared her down.
“A virgin at twenty-fucking four,” I said out loud. “A damn miracle is what it is.”
I kneeled down next to her while her chest heaved, my fingers stretched out in front of me. Gently, I smoothed down her hair, whispering sweet nothings to her while she cried. I was a fucking monster. I’d just taken it away from her. I’d just stolen the last shred of her innocence.
“Open your mouth,” I told her gently.
She looked at me through teary eyes and parted her lips, only slightly. I raised my hand and she whimpered when she realized what I was about to do. I slipped both bloody fingers into her mouth, and without even being told to do it, she sucked them clean. She sucked her fucking virginity right off my rough hands. That’s when I really knew she was as fucked up as I’d always been.
“Good girl,” I said softly. “What does your virgin pussy taste like?”
Her chest heaved as she looked at me, her breaths labored and heavy as she finally spoke up.
“Sweet,” she whispered. “So fucking sweet.”
“Good,” I said gently. “Clean up the fucking mess you’ve made and I’ll let you have more, babydoll.”
4 Lucy
My games were not going completely according to plan.
Beau was smarter than I gave him credit for in the beginning. I didn’t want to admit it at first, because it felt too good to think I had him wrapped around my little finger. I loved knowing he was addicted to me, loved feeling his lingering gaze on me as I went about my business. But after what happened on my first day there, and he showed me he had a dark side to him as well, Beau decided to ignore me completely.
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